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Under the leadership of Lothar, Archmage Antonidas was like Magic Metaphysical Wizard who had strayed into Mechanical Science World, wearing robes that did not match the style of Mechagon at all, and visited the Mechagnomes's rather exaggerated Underground Factory and automatic assembly line.
This is obviously an underground area armed with Titan Technology. The Mechagnomess are unwilling to reveal where they got the Titan technology, but this does not prevent Mechagnomes from fully understanding these technologies during thousands of years of self-isolation and developing a set of Technological Path with its own core and characteristics.
Not only Lothar, a layman, can see this clearly, but even "King of Gnomes" Gelbin Mekkatorque, who is recognized as Eastern Continent's smartest brain, admits this.
In King Mechagon's Royal Laboratory, that King of Gnomes is leading Artificers' Council's other Master Craftsmans, busy around a small mecha.
That was obviously a combat mecha specially prepared for "little guys" like dwarfs.
It adopts a humanoid design and is assembled with Mechagon's special platinum shell. It has no "rough feeling" like other Gnomish Creation. On the contrary, the armor and the internal structure are perfectly integrated, revealing an exquisite beauty.
However, unlike the "full coverage" control mode adopted by Human Military Mecha, this dwarf mecha uses a 360° panoramic unprotected open driving platform.
This thing looks great at first glance, but the driver may be a bit "waste".
When Lothar and Grand Magus came over, they happened to see the "extremely smart" guy Gelbin Mekkatorque climbing a ladder onto the Combat Mecha, which was "3 meters high".
Well, even if King of Gnomes is sitting in his "Royal Mecha", he still needs to raise his head to see the face of "King of Barbarians" Lothar.
I have to say, this is really a tragedy.
But Gelbin Mekkatorque and Lothar have a very good personal relationship. It is said that their friendship began when Lothar visited Ironforge when he was young.
At that time, Lothar wanted to repair his own Dwarven Firearm, and by mistake, Mekkatorque, who was visiting King Magni, took him as a repairman. The kind-hearted Master Craftsman didn't care about it, and repaired the musket for him with superb craftsmanship and even modified it.
That thing is most likely Eastern Continent's real First Repeating Handgun, and it was the pistol that later protected Lothar from many dangerous battles.
However, the reclusive nature of gnomes means that Gelbin Mekkatorque rarely participates in various large-scale human activities.
The main reason is that there are few dwarfs and they really can't withstand too much trouble.
But now Lothar has signed a series of treaties on behalf of the Strom'kar Empire and the dwarf Mechanical City.
The marshal hopes that the dwarfs can leave their hometown and open Engineering Laboratory throughout the empire. Official funds will be allocated to the dwarfs to conduct research that is beneficial to the country. This has given many dwarf craftsmen who are cash-strapped but have genius ideas the hope of showing off their talents.
Master Craftsman is also happy to see this happen.
Gnomeregan's finances are very limited, and he can't help every dwarf with an open mind to realize his ideals. Now that Human Empire is willing to help, it's great.
As for whether it is used by humans?
Well, gnomes generally don't think about this.
Although these little men are noisy and neurotic, their love of engineering prevents them from thinking about the unsavory politics of these matters.
In short, when he saw Lothar coming, Master Craftsman, who was wearing cool Gnomish Engineering goggles, yelled at Lothar to come over and see the big baby.
He sat in his open cockpit and shouted to Lothar:
"Well, Lothar, come and take a look at the "Battlefield Striker T-8000" that we have just successfully developed. This is another masterpiece of Gnomish Engineering! Thanks to the Energy Battery and Ultra-high-speed Precision Motor provided by Mechagnomes partners, the powerful system that only existed in the design before can finally be implemented.
Those crappy gadgets made by Goblin are no match for our babies!"
"Sure, this thing looks cool."
Lothar also liked the design style of the little mecha in front of him. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Gelbin. King of Gnomes laughed and pulled the joystick to let his big baby mecha shake hands with Lothar.
There are several sets of hand armors for different purposes hidden in the arms of this thing. Fist Hand was supposed to pop out, but amidst the exclamations of the crowd, a black Triple Barrel Cannon popped up amidst the sound of machinery, and it just hit Lothar's big face, making the marshal's eyes widen at this moment.
And the reverberation of the subsequent firing pin made everyone including King of Gnomes scared half to death.
"Damn it! The Fire Control System mapping is wrong, Ovospark, and McNeil. Why are you still standing there? Fix it quickly!"
King of Gnomes jumped up from his operating table and screamed:
"Fortunately, this was just a test and no live ammunition was loaded. Ah, my friend, it didn't scare you, did it?"
"Haha, after being friends with you for so many years, have I not experienced enough scares in your laboratory?"
Lothar It doesn't matter.
He is a Paladin. Even if this thing really hit Headshot Bullet just now, there is still Divine Shield who can beat him. This is the confidence and arrogance of "Grand Lord".
Of course, Lothar is also afraid.
Although he won't be killed by the bullet accidentally shot by King of Gnomes, it will definitely hurt, bastard.
"So, will you put this Mighty Striker into Battlefield of Kul Tiras?"
Lothar asked.
Gelbin hesitated, King of Gnomes sighed and said:
"We are pacifists, my friend. Although the dwarfs have designed many weapons, they are all to protect our hometown. To be honest, I know that the war you are fighting is just, but I still cannot make up my mind to let the dwarfs join this war.
This is why I don't allow gnomes to participate in Human Civil War.
War is not a good thing!
Since we claim that our engineering is different from the bad Goblin who are eager to use war to gain profits, we must do what we say.
However, then again.
Morality can only take effect on creatures who are also moral. For those freaks who are born evil, even the most stubborn and conservative dwarf does not need to talk about self-restraint."
Mekkatorque caressed this big baby that he designed and made by himself. He raised his head, and his white beard was trembling, which represented the complexity and struggle in Master Craftsman's heart.
But in the end, he smiled at Lothar and said:
"Evil things like Old God are a terrifying threat to everyone. If we don't get rid of them, there will be no peace in our world. Therefore, I make a promise to you, Lothar.
We will participate in the war to attack N'Zoth, use our Spider Tank, use our Heavy Cannon Battle Robot, use our Rotor Bomber and Armored Mechanical Strider!
We will use our own way to contribute to this war Consecration strength."
"Thank you for your help, Gelbin."
Lothar responded very seriously:
"I know how difficult this decision is for the dwarfs, so I can also understand how much it means to us. In short, welcome to the Alliance! I also promise you that only in those who are the most Just Wars will I call my dwarf friends.
Also, I have good news for you."
The marshal leaned down and lowered his voice and said to King of Gnomes:
"Ulduar will be liberated soon. I have secured a visit quota for you and Artificers' Council. Vigilant will ensure that your activities in Titan City are not restricted, and all the engineering mysteries there will be open to you.
And I heard that Lord Mimiron, who is suspected to be Gnomish Ancestor, will also be rescued.
Although it is somewhat utilitarian to say this, let's regard Kul Tiras's war as the ladder leading to Engineering Holy Land, my friend."
"Imperial Fleet sailed into our waters with a arrogant attitude. Those guys are obviously looking for a Naval Decisive Battle. I don't know where they got the confidence! They only have a ridiculous patchwork fleet, but we have three Destruction Fleet in our hands that can be used at any time."
Among Port of Boralus's Proudmoore Fortress, Lord Ashvane, who has been appointed as "Kingdom Regent", angrily reported to "Daelin" sitting on the throne.
But King Daelin was a little distracted.
His face is still a little pale. Although he has been recuperating under the careful care of Royal Doctor these days, his physical condition has not improved much.
On the contrary, it seems that there is some invisible force that has been "extracting" King Daelin's Life Force, making him continue to be weak.
He is naturally unable to handle government affairs if he is so weak. In fact, His Majesty the King is currently so weak that it is difficult for him to even leave the fortress to see the scene in the city.
Moreover, the situation facing the country is also very dangerous. The Vanguard Legion of the careerist Anduin Lothar has landed at the Drustvar Mountains, joined the rebel Waycrest Family knights, and even counterattacked to recapture the important Arom's Stand.
The navy commander on the empire's side is his rebellious son Derek, who grew up rapidly during the war and dared to use his own fleet as bait to lure Duke Falrevere to take the initiative, causing a loophole in Sea Defense Line, allowing the empire to continuously transport soldiers to Drustvar.
All this means that an attack against Tiragarde Sound is about to be put on the agenda.
"Your Majesty, you can no longer hesitate."
Regent Minister Lord Ashvane suggested to Daelin with a loyal look:
"Your body is weak and can no longer be disturbed by the war. I suggest that you must immediately move to a safer Stormsong Valley and accept the care of Tidesagess in Storm Temple. Your Warriors and I will definitely guard Tiragarde Sound and Boralus City for you.
Please don't worry about this war. The careerist Lothar seems to have a huge advantage, but we also have our own confidence.
Great Tide God N'Zoth will protect us, just like Kul Tiran Ancestors got Gift of Food from the tide more than two thousand years ago when it first arrived here."
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"Yes, N'Zoth will always protect us."
Daelin felt tired. He rubbed his brows. There seemed to be a voice on the spiritual level reminding him that there were many risks in this war. He should summon his generals to come to the fortress to discuss important matters.
However, his physical fatigue and weakness prevented him from doing this. He could only entrust all these matters to Lord Ashvane to handle as before.
This Kingdom Regent is very capable, but seems a little too capable.
"It's like I'm a rubber stamp?"
King Daelin, who stood up from the throne with a cane, smiled weakly. He felt sad and confused about his situation.
Yes, he had a lot of doubts.
For example, the four Black Clad Swordsman who protect him never step into the light, and their shadows occasionally appear strangely "distorted". They can talk, but they seem to be used to communicating with their eyes, and they are a bit too cold and silent.
Secondly, there seems to be some problems with my memory, and strange "phantoms" always appear before my eyes from time to time.
The other self wearing a "pirate outfit" sailed on the sea with a very free attitude, fighting the storm and Thunder. She even saw him and a graceful elf lady hiding in the garden making love to each other in a vague glance.
Bah, you are already dozens of years old and you have no shame.
The king grinned.
He didn't know where these illusions came from. Maybe they were another version of himself that he longed to be?
He thought so, then he got up with a splitting headache, and fell down on the throne with a scream. Black Clad Swordsman, the guard next to him, immediately took out an exquisite N'Zoth Idol and put it into Daelin's hands.
The silent guard said in a whimpering voice:
"Pray, Your Majesty, Tidesage God will heal your soul."
Daelin did not refuse.
Recently, every time he had a splitting headache, he would use this method to relieve the pain, and it was indeed very effective. As long as he held the statue of N'Zoth and chanted and prayed, his spirit would become extremely calm and satisfied, and even his body would become healthy.
It stands to reason that for people who are seriously ill, now that they have found an effective treatment, they should hold the idol and sing praises day and night.
But Daelin did not do this.
He resisted this strange temptation and only held the statue when he couldn't hold it anymore.
He knew that "Tidesage God" was Kul Tiras's Native Faith, the guarantee for Kul Tiran Navy's prosperity, but he just had an indescribable resistance to it.
The headache became more and more serious, almost tearing Daelin's head apart. He gasped in pain, held the cold statue, and read Tide Incantation intermittently.
His spirit also rose into another world like floating smoke. In that Warm Darkness, his weak spirit felt the smooth touch like tentacles, and the power of encouragement filled his soul, just like Lost Wanderer being embraced by his family.
Daelin felt a "closeness" from the thing existing in the darkness.
That was Blood Connection's gentle call, which made him relax his vigilance towards the Dark Entity in front of him, making him want to go deeper into the darkness.
"Don't worry, Kul Tiras will be Tide Protector, Guardians in the Darkness will protect your country. That is our Holy Land. In that beautiful sleepless dream, all the worries and pains of the world will be forgotten."
The voice called, it said:
"Blessed is your country, Realm of Dim Light, who molded it Unfallen Nation; blessed is your people, Great Power of the Deep Sea molded it into Unbeatable Body; blessed are you, Daelin Proudmoore.
In that Sober Dream, you will also be promoted and become Mortal Ruler of the Dark Empire.
Wait for me Eternal Shepherd of Flesh."
"Never-Falling Land?"
Daelin whispered in the dark:
"So many Never-Falling Land were eventually destroyed in the flames of war. That is an ominous sign. The war has not really started yet, but you and your servants seem to be a hundred times more confident?"
"Haha, I prepared a trap for that annoying sun. My child, it is Death Valley specially prepared for him. Apart from him, I have nothing to fear in this world."
The voice emphasized again, but Daelin was still not convinced. He raised his head and asked:
"What if he doesn't come? Wouldn't your trap lose its effectiveness?"
The voices in the darkness fell silent.
After a long time, it replied:
"He will come!"
All the tragedies he sees will prick his morals that have nowhere to rest, and all the cries for help will stir up his persistent will.
Yes.
He is a good person recognized by Six Forces, so he will come!
If he doesn't come, how can we resist Dark Empire's Revival's Divine Might by relying only on those weak flesh and blood that have been protected by him?
There is no need to think about this, it is not very friendly to you Fragile Spirit. Come on, Daelin, follow our songs and step into Streets of Ny'alotha, and meet your future "subjects".
They should know their king, and their king should trust them.
Don't resist, don't hesitate, this is your destiny."
Daelin cannot resist this call.
He staggered into the dark Twilight, just like walking into another city. This was the "territory" he was given.
However, at this moment, under the illumination of "Pale Sun", under the gaze of those "subjects" who looked strange but did not feel the danger, Daelin couldn't help but think of himself hiding in the garden and kissing the elves.
"You're such a lucky guy."
He said this and followed N'Zoth's Guidance into N'yalotha in confusion. However, the next second, another drunken voice suddenly sounded in King Daelin's mind:
"Who is talking in my head? Come out and challenge me! You bastard."
"Huh?!"
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